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Hanging With Rodney

Since the weather has finally cooled down, I have been spending as much time as possible outside, just drinking it up. And it isn’t unusual for me to step out on my balcony for small periods of time all throughout the day, just to monitor what’s going on in nature. So, a day or so ago, I was out leaning on the balcony rail when I looked over at my neighbor’s rail and saw…Rodney.

Don’t ask me how I knew that was his name. I just did. I sort of have special powers that way. I can look at something and just know its name. That came in very handy in my greeting card career when I was called upon to bestow names on all sorts of stuffed animals, dolls, places and things. But actually, it wasn’t because I had a special talent in making up names. It’s because I have been naming things my whole life – dolls, cars, places, situations. It’s what I do. I think everything deserves a name. But I digress.

So anyway, I stood there and Rodney stood there and we both just watched the trees. At one point I gently eased into the house for my camera and was surprised that he was still there, communing with nature, when I returned. The first picture he forgave, but the second pissed him off.

“Are you looking at ME?”

He’s just so cool-looking that I couldn’t help myself. And then, as I watched, I saw him working himself up. First the feathers got ruffled…

And then he just sort of lost his mind and started walking around screaming. I kept telling him to calm down, but he totally ignored me. He was making some pretty disparaging remarks about humans, let me tell you! And the language! I don’t know where he learned his manners, but I actually asked him, “Do you kiss your mama with that beak?” Sheesh!

So anyway, after his little temper tantrum, he gave me one hard look and then flew away. And all because I was just sharing the view with him! And besides, I wasn’t the ONLY one watching him…

This guy never took his eyes off him the whole time, and yet I’M the one who got yelled at!

2 Responses

Isn’t he just the cutest??!? (The cat thinks he looks just delicious). I love the ruffled belly feathers. I own a gray parrot and love it when she puffs up her feathers and her tummy feather get all fluffy like that. Just the cutest thing. Don’t you love it when God sends you a little piece of happiness? Keep a good smile.
Best,
Jenn